Advertisement
Today was our first rest day that involved no driving. Whoot!!!
I had big plans of taking the kids to see the Qantas Museum and/or the Stockman’s Hall of Fame but they were so horribly overpriced that I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead we went to a fantastic show about Harry Redford, a cattle rustler from the old days. It was bloody funny with the two lads acting it out being good on their feet and very happy to give it to the Kiwis, Tasmanians and Victorians on the audience. The pollies copped it a fair bit as well.
As a lead-up to the show there was a local bush poet (Patrick Casey from Stonehenge, QLD) reading from his latest collection. He was the best part of 85-90 and a real character. Tony bought a book of his and we had a good chat.
Speaking of chats, we dropped into the Longreach butcher, who was a great bloke. Got some massive rump steaks that we did on the BBQ that night. Local beef that went down a treat with a few glasses of red and a beer or two that evening. Met some interesting people at camp including a German fella Marcelle, who had some interesting stories about the top end, people and science (believe it or not).
Cards again but I lost this time. At least we got some sleep thanks to there being no squealing bloody kid carrying on all night like last night.
Advertisement
Tot: 0.097s; Tpl: 0.009s; cc: 10; qc: 49; dbt: 0.0541s; 1; m:domysql w:travelblog (10.17.0.13); sld: 1;
; mem: 1.1mb
Gary Peterson
non-member comment
Hope your kid wasnt squealing! Meeting the characters make it so much more interesting.